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Memphis was the site of a huge battle today, part of the on going war between the blue and gray. For days the tension has been building as the south swept it’s wet mass up from the gulf of Mexico to meet the advancing frigid dry from the north. The lines clearly defined, blue sky verses thick cloud cover. The battle was won by the gray today, yet the war wages on. There are no fields of honor or songs played to mark this skirmish, only soaked soil, gutters flowing into ditches and puddles for the care free to splash through.

Here in Memphis, the wind has been blowing real hard for a few days, and yes - the actual wind, not just the winds of change [though they have been blowing real hard as well].
As two strong fronts with weak backs have been sliding and shoving against each other in a weather war of hot against cold, the savage lines of clashing temperature are now overhead and the bloody reign of the warm is coming to an end as the tears of the two fall from the condensed emotions of the cloud warriors..
The ground pounded as puddles form, trees shedding and leafless - their bark dark with rivlets of sky running down to the dirt now covered in colorful cast off fowlage..

She threw the words at me like a Greek and Italian cussing each other in a stone cobbled back street, all hands, raised voice and snarling movements. Her color was as red as the devil’s balls and hot spittle splashed onto my glasses only to slowly run down to the rim and drip across my cheeks through my graying stubble. I had long ago stopped trying to calm her down, knowing that even a peep of my soothing voice would bring intensified attempts to crush my ear drums with shrill claps of verbiage. Sound stones hurled at the glass house of my heart were creating cracks, small fractures spider webbing into splinters of emotion. The sharp angles of her hands clawed screeching across space time, shredding fabric into small ribbons like a ticker tape parade for loathing as my clothing fluttered slowly to the floor.

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